Portal to the World, grand design of steel and glass
Terminal, Economy or going Business Class
Like a City on its own, the journey starts right here
Queuing up for Check-In, as the Stag-Do queues for beer
Outbound these Departures, all displayed in LED
As you leave behind the masses
As you run away from me
Going through the motions as you navigate red tape
Rules and regulations you obey for this escape
Pass through Customs, a furtive glance, irrational worry
Unwarrantable nerves as they check out your I.D
Pass by Duty Free to get a drink to still your mind
Blocking out the thoughts of the one you leave behind
Everyone here is a Postcard, a snapshot of their time
On the back a message, scribbled throwaway lines
Waiting at the gate to be called to board the flight
Trying to detach yourself from the reminder of last night
It wasn't meant to be like this
You wasn't meant to be so missed
Departure lounges witness
the most sincerest goodbye
kiss
Waiting on the Tarmac, passengers in every seat
Putting in your headphones, drown them out with your own
beat
Safety checks, announcements, cabin crew prepare
Control to Captain communications get them safely in the air
YOU ARE READING
Little Whispers
PoetryA collection of poetic prose from the depths of a troubled mind *All images are reproduced from Wordpress Media Gallery
